Song Qinghuan felt that Bai Rubing was particularly pitiable in that moment.
She would never forget what Shi Yuhan had told her, that the only reason Shi Guozheng was with Bai Rubing was to use her. Now, Shi Guozheng was dead, but Bai Rubing would never know.
She would continue to believe that this man who had deceived her was a man deeply in love with her.
Now, Bai Rubing was still submerged in her delusions, but how could Song Qinghuan possibly wake her up?
Bai Rubing's eyes were cold and sharp, staring intently at Song Qinghuan, her deep and icy gaze filled with murderous intent, "Song Qinghuan, your man prevented me from being with the one I love, so I will make sure he can't be with the woman he loves either. No, never."
She laughed, her laughter somewhat maniacal, as if she held Song Qinghuan's life in her hands.
Song Qinghuan felt no fear, only more pity for Bai Rubing.
